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blood that had pooled under her head and neck, it hadn’t been an immediate kill. She’d bled out from the wounds I’d given her and that boy, suffering for only a few more miles down the road before they tossed him out like an empty soda cup. I ended those two people. I caused their lives to abruptly cease forever. They had come this far, endured so much, and I had ended them with four bullets total. There was something about that which sickened me. I was not a killer. I had hunted before, but I had never once been violent toward another person.
    My thoughts then drift toward the Kid. I can see him walking down the street while I watched, paralyzed with fear. The sight of him fleeing the liquor store, stumbling into the street as the three attackers honed in on him like wolves over a rabbit; it burns in my mind. The fact that I had done nothing haunts me more than killing the Girl and my attacker in the road. They had harmed me. I can justify their deaths. I can sleep with that on my conscience. But this one, watching as three men killed the Kid, that is hard for me to justify. Sure, I tell myself that my daughters are all that matters. Getting to them is the number one priority and that no one else ranks up there with making sure I make it to them. I can recite that speech to myself word for word, but that doesn’t help the horrible implications of what that means. Even the two of us standing together against those three probably would have meant that I would have ended up dead with the Kid, but it would have been the good thing to do. The right thing to do.
    But there isn’t anything right about the world we live in anymore. The entire fucking planet has given up on us. You’ve got to be pretty damn low for a whirling, celestial object to abandon you. What does that say about us as a people? I think it’s pretty clear.
    I remember taking Survey of World Religions in my sophomore year of college. I remember when we were studying Christianity and we were reading passages that distinguished Heaven and Hell. I don’t know what the original language meant by this or what it truly says, but I remember reading the passage about the Devil and his fallen angels being cast down to Earth, condemned to walk in separation of God. There was no Hell written in that passage, only Earth. I remember looking around and realizing that I was living in Hell. I remember reading that Hell was a Norse concept and that ancient Christians believed only in Paradise and Earth. It made the evils of the world make sense. I remembered liking that. I remember genuinely understanding that. I remember when the doctor mentioned lymph nodes years later—fuck lymph nodes! When the hell are lymph nodes used for anything other than cancer? Nothing good comes from fucking lymph nodes!—I remember that I never once questioned the powers that be. Like I said, it made sense. I didn’t like it. But it made sense.
    One thing that troubles me is why they took the Kid. When my attacker finally died of the rifle shot through his abdomen, his buddies just tossed him in the middle of the road and left him. So why did they drag the body of the Kid into the liquor shop with them? And where did they go after that? Did they live in there? Or was it some sort of trap set up to kill those looking for a little buzz to cope with the apocalypse? Were people that sadistic and horrible? Again, this doesn’t surprise me.
    I can’t help but think about what Port Huron had said on the radio. Even the Preacher in the end was talking about it. Zombies. I hate the notion of zombies. Sure I loved post-apocalyptic movies and TV shows when they were on the TV, but that was out of the love of seeing the world steeped in chaos. I always thought the zombie elements of those shows were absolutely ridiculous and even irrelevant. The dead rising to feed on the flesh of the living is dumb. It was a childish fear that dated back to a time when primitive man was scared of rotting corpses.